I went looking for a ghost in the company of a hound, wandering amongst the towering white pines and eastern hemlocks. On a moonless, cloudless night In the haunt of ringtails and porcupines In the realm of foxes and coyotes, crossing the soft murmur of lonely creeks. All the while bearing a hidden cross —of loss and remembrance. Heard your voice In my hound’s bawl, Standing there in the bough-blanketed dark —a forever winter. A shadow among shadows, leaning on a walking staff. And on that moonless, cloudless night in your forever youth I found You.
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